Message-ID: <14489eli$9808181759@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: NEW "Annie and Selene" Chapter Three (Very young FF+M) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <65a5f3d4.35d718f5@aol.com> Warning: This story is for adults only. If you are a legal minor, you are not allowed to read it under any circumstances. This story is also copyrighted and cannot be reproduced for any purpose anywhere without the written consent of the author. J.B.Mast encourages reader comments-- the primary motivators for writers of such things. The author is particularly interested in learning if his stories arouse his readers and to know if they want more. Email to Mastwords1@aol.com “Annie and Selene” Chapter three. By J.B. Mast As soon as he sat Selene back down next to Annie, she told her what Sal had said. “But what about Albert and Maryloo?” Annie protested. “We’re supposed to be going with them.” In an instant, Selene grabbed Annie by the hand and said, “Come on, follow me before they see us. We can catch up with them later. I remember where the car is parked. They won’t leave without us. Come on!” The girls slipped behind the tent just before the Albert and Maryloo could spot them. Albert didn’t want Maryloo to think he was overly concerned. “They probably got outside with the crowd. They’re probably waiting for us outside. Let’s go find them.” But Annie and Selene were not waiting outside the tent. They were sitting on Sal’s overstuffed couch in the trailer. He poured them soft drinks and pulled a chair up close to Selene. The girl’s were so excited they had no idea what he’d do next. “Would you show it to me? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tongue like yours before.” “It’s just a tongue,” said Selene, shrugging her shoulders. Annie dropped her Coke straw. “Selene, you know it’s not like everybody else’s. You know how long and thick it is. Go ahead, show him.” So Selene opened her mouth and exposed what was in her mouth. When Sal saw its length and the power of its snake-like flicking, he was stunned. “You’re an eight year old girl! How can you have a tongue that long, that wide?” he asked, almost to himself. “Can I feel your neck? You must have an enormously wide and deep capacity in your throat to keep such a tongue inside?” Annie noticed a mound rising up in Sal’s tights between his legs. And when his attention was riveted on the long tongue, she signaled silently to Selene to take a look. Selene saw it and winked at Annie. Sal’s didn’t notice. He was totally absorbed by the tongue wiggling in front of his face. He put his hand on her neck and slowly massaged it, feeling the depth and width of her throat. “No one would ever notice your abnormality by looking at you,” he said. “You have a gorgeous neck. It doesn’t appear to be overly long and it’s certainly not out of proportion to your shoulders and face. Somehow you hide your abnormality! How amazing it is!!” The girls paid Sal scant attention. They were mesmerized by the erection that was growing up between his legs. Some of their more worldly girl friends had told them stories about hard penises but neither of the girls had ever seen one for themselves. “We showed you Selene’s tongue,” said Annie, “So now how about if you show us that?” She pointed to the hump between his legs. Sal was so intent on the long, hard tongue sticking out before him, he was almost oblivious to his own erection. He looked between his legs and back to the girls. “Oh, that’s nothing. It’s just something that happens to adults sometime. You’re little girls. It’s nothing.” He covered it with his hand. “Don’t pay any attention to it. But listen to me. You would make a sensational sword swallower. You have a throat like none I’ve ever seen in my life. One day you will be much better at it than I can ever be. You know why? I’ve trained my throat and learned special techniques to take so much in my mouth. But you, when you grow a bit older you will be able to ingest much longer and thicker swords than me, shafts I can only dream about.” The subject of Selene’s tongue was as boring as yesterday’s news to the girls. But they were very excited about the mini sword that was rising up in Sal’s red tights. And they were running out of time. “We have to go soon. My cousin Albert is looking for us. But before we go, how about taking it out for us, would ya, huh? Please? We’ve never seen one before.” “Now that you bring it up, I’ll tell you something else if you promise to never tell anyone,” Sal said. “Oh, no. We won’t tell. We like secrets,” the girl’s chimed in unison. “You will not only be a great sword swallower one day, you’ll have a natural skill at something else all men really like,” Sal said as he began rubbing the growing red mound in his tights. “What does skill mean?” asked Selene. Sal was becoming increasingly aroused. “Do you girls know what the word cocksucker means?” One of them answered, “No, we’ve never heard anybody say that. What’s it mean?” she asked innocently. “Someday when you’re older a man will take this out and want to put it in your mouth,” Sal said, pointing to his erection. “And you’ll be the best there is at cocksucking because you have this,...ah,..this abnormality. Your throat is so deep and wide and open. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could take 15 or 16 inches. And the bonus is your tongue; that serpentine tongue. Men will want you to lick their cocks with it.” The girls looked at each other, then turned to Sal with big smiles. Selene said, “We’ll tell you a secret if you show us what’s in your pants. Our secret is we’re married!! We know what sex is all about with girls, don’t we Annie? We do it with each other all the time. But we’ve just never seen a man’s thingy. If you show us, I’ll let you stick some of it in my mouth. How ‘bout that? Deal?” The sword swallower had become so aroused he ignored the little girl’s comments about being married, discounting that to precocious female fantasies. His attention had shifted to her tantalizing offer. “If I do, will you promise never to tell anyone--especially your mothers?” he begged. “Never, not anyone,” they agreed. “Ok, then,” he said and pulled down his red tights. His long hard penis boinked straight up towards his face as he pulled the tights off it. The girls both inhaled sharply when they saw the huge twitching pinkish purple penis. “It’s just like a pop up book, Annie,” Selene said with glee. His shaft stood nine inches tall. The mushroom top had a thick foreskin collar. They held their breath as they observed it carefully. The crown glistened with precum. Without taking her eyes off it, Annie asked, “What’s that sticky gooey stuff all over the top?” Having two little girls admiring his very hard cock was almost too erotic for Sal to control himself. He was overcome with lust. He couldn’t resist wrapping both hands around his shaft and giving it a few strokes. “Oou! What are you doing to it?” Selene asked. Annie added, “Doesn’t that hurt it, you squeezing on it so hard like that? And what are those round things in the bag hanging down from it?” Sal jacked it some more, faster now, precum all over his hands. He was breathing faster when he answered her question. “Those are my balls. Call them nuts if you like. And no it doesn’t hurt when I rub it like this. It feels really good. Really good. You’ll understand some day.” “But we want to understand now. Do you want to put it in my mouth? I mean I promised you could. I’ve never had anything that big in my mouth before, though. Maybe it will gag me. Just a little, ok?” Annie supported her lover. “Yeah, just the tip of it!!” Sal was in an uncontrollable heat. “Ok, then, come here and get down on your knees and open that wonderful mouth of yours.” He petted his aching shaft, running his fingers up and down its length. Selene got down between his legs and opened her mouth as wide as she could. He tongue shot out, all five inches of it, touching the end of his penis. Selene’s tongue was just as erect as Sal’s cock. He moved closer to her open mouth, furiously jacking with both hands wrapped around his cock. A moan escaped from his mouth. He was nearly beyond self control. Just then someone began knocking loudly on Sal’s trailer door. “Sal, you in there, Sal? Somebody’s out here that wants to talk to you. It’s the police.” Sal dropped his cock and his face turned as white as a baby’s diaper. The girl’s grabbed each other, as frightened as if Satan himself were waiting outside the door to grab them and take them to hell. “Just a minute,” Sal cried. He pushed his still erect penis down between his legs and held it down long enough to pull his tights back up to his waist. As Sal started to unlatch the door, Annie and Selene ran to the back of the trailer and escaped though an open window they found in his bedroom. They ran to the first friendly looking adult the saw. They asked the lady to help them find Albert and Maryloo. They said they were lost. In a few moments, the carnival public address system was blaring out, “Would an Albert and Maryloo please come to the main gate. We have your little girls. Albert and Maryloo!!. Please come to the main gate. Annie and Selene are waiting for you.” The girls told Albert and his girlfriend they got mixed up in the crowd and found their way outside Sal’s tent and got lost. They swore they spent the entire hour looking for Albert and Maryloo everywhere around the carnival. Albert was so pleased to have found the girls he thanked his lucky stars all the way home. He didn’t even want to think about what Selene’s mother might have done to him and Maryloo if they’d come home without the girls. He knocked at the door just before 9:30 and Selene’s mother welcomed them inside and asked the girls to tell her and her sister Celene all about the carnival. Selene and Annie told them everything they could remember about the rides on the whirligigs, the Ferris wheel and all the treats Albert bought them to eat. But neither girl mentioned anything at all about Sal the Sword Swallower. And neither did Albert or Maryloo. ___________________________________________________ If you’d like to read Annie and Selene’s next adventure, please email the author at Mastwords1@aol.com . -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----